10.
Mustang didn't like men. Ed knew that; had always known that. He often wondered who it was, then, that Roy thought about when they had sex. It had to be a woman, and one with long hair, since Roy would always gently untangle his braid and run his fingers through it. Then he would kiss Ed slowly, his eyes tightly closed.
The sex itself was rushed, frantic. Afterward Mustang was always up and out the door as fast as he could go. Ed was left to lie there alone, staring up at the ceiling and smelling them all over himself.
11.
Mustang didn't like men, as a rule. In fact, he'd only ever been attracted to one. He never would have put himself in the position of being used for sex otherwise.
He'd bury his fingers in Ed's hair, trying to hold him there with Roy, to touch some part of him that wasn't about sex. He would close his eyes and kiss Ed, willing to pretend that Ed was kissing him, too. In the end it didn't change anything; he knew that. He always left quickly as soon as it was done, not wanting to prolong things. Ed never objected.